Dark

*Dark was on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in Manhattan. She held one eye shut, aiming with her sniper rifle. She took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. The man dead. She lowered the gun and watched as people ran from the scene. Her eyes were dead, as was her expressionless face. She put her gun on her back and put her hands in her pockets. As the door to the roof opens her head turns, slowly. Her eyes narrowing to the person.* Name. *seems she wasn’t asking.*